Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

Bai Hao took the book and got up. He walked over to him and took the book on the coffee table next to him. He whispered, "So, you already know that there is no medicine to solve?"

Song Lang put down the tea pot, and twilight swept through the blue book on several cases. He picked up his eyebrows: "It's just that there is no medicine to solve, it is not drug-free. This is two things."

A white glimpse, anxiously asked: "What do you mean by this? You know how to solve?"

Song Lang shrugged: "I don't know, it's just a little more than you know, but with my own ability, I can't develop an antidote, so --"

Therefore, he used this strategy today.

Bai Hao dumbfounded: "It was like this, Song Lang, I really did not misread you."

Song Lang frowned again, but he was not as angry as he used to be, but his expression was somewhat uncomfortable.

Bai Hao actually wants to ask, since he does not want to watch the innocent life dying, why should he plan to provoke a war between the two countries, then, isn’t it necessary to kill more people?

It seems that this situation is not suitable for asking this. She finally gave her words back.

Bai Hao sat down in the chair on his side and asked: "What do you mean by your talk?"

Song Lang’s heart was fretting and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being concerned by her. She was very comfortable and smiled. “I have seen it in another ancient book. There are thousands of things in the world. The locusts are afraid of the strong things, afraid of the cold and the heat, and the magpies are really rich."

White condensed him, waiting for his next words.

Song Lang had picked up the samovar and drank cold water. The cold tea was poured from the throat and cold into the spleen and stomach, but it could not cool his heart.

After selling it for a while, and seeing the annoyance on the white jade surface, he only slowly said: "There is a medicated bath method, or it is feasible. Just-"

"What is it?" asked Bai Bai.

Song Lang said: "Just to ensure that the water is always a cold, at least one hour, and then take the drug, you can excrete the mites."

Bai Yan couldn't believe it and looked at Song Lang: "Just, is that simple?"

Song Lang raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "Simple? Are you sure? Keep the soaked soup for a cold, and you can't heat the water in the middle. Can you do that?"

Bai Hao nodded: "Of course."

Song Lang also came to the interest: "How to do it?"

The white smirk smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, the small pear vortex on the cheeks was looming, sweet and intoxicating.

Song Lang was crazy at the moment. When she smiled, her eyes looked so good. It was like a scorpion washed by rain. It was like a thousand stars, and Huaguang was brilliant.

Bai Hao did not pay attention to his infatuation. He often showed this kind of infatuation. She only saw it.

She pointed to the ground and asked Song Lang: "The temperature in this room has always been appropriate, not too cold or too hot, know why?"

Song Lang shook his head sillyly: "Why?"

"Because people who are responsible for burning the dragons know when to add fire, when should they be ignited and fired, this is the experience they have accumulated over the years. Their ability to control temperature exceeds your imagination. ""

When she was in the Oriental Garden, she specifically asked the woman who burned the dragon and asked her how she would keep the same warmth in the house, but not hot.

The woman can't tell, she just did it with the experience of the past, never thought about anything else.

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First four chapters, and four more chapters in the afternoon!